CAUSE

Cause I lost my job two weeks before ChristmasAnd I talked to Jesus at the sewerAnd the Pope said it was none of his God-damned businessWhile the rain drank champagneMy Estonian Archangel came and got me wastedCause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I’ve never tastedOh but they’ll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald,Neon ladies, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed

Cause my heart’s become a crooked hotel full of rumoursBut it’s I who pays the rent for these fingered-face out-of-tunersAnd I make 16 solid half hour friendships every evening

Cause your queen of hearts who is half a stoneAnd likes to laugh alone is always threatening you with leavingOh but they play those token games on Willy ThompsonAnd give a medal to replace the son of Mrs. Annie Johnson

Cause they told me everybody’s got to pay their duesAnd I explained that I had overpaid themSo overdued I went to the company storeAnd the clerk there said that they had just been invadedSo I set sail in a teardrop and escaped beneath the doorsill

Cause the smell of her perfume echoes in my head stillCause I see my people trying to drown the sunIn weekends of whiskey soursCause how many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers?